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Tyrell: The facts of life: to make an alteration in the evolvement of an organic life system is fatal. A coding sequence cannot be revised once it's been established.
Batty: Why not?
Tyrell: Because by the second day of incubation, any cells that have undergone reversion mutation give rise to revertant colonies, like rats leaving a sinking ship. Then the ship sinks.
Today I nominate Roy Batty as my personal totem. Do you remember in Blade Runner when he meets Tyrell? Keep that scene in the back of your mind as I give you this rant.
One of the tricky things about weather in Oklahoma is that it is a complete crapshoot. You can speculate, but rarely is there any accuracy involved. Being a meteorologist here is either the easiest job or the most difficult, depending on your perspective. So they started hyping everyone up much sooner than they should have. Starting on Monday, they told everyone to expect an apocalypse of snow, ice, and sleet. Their “prediction” was that this catastrophe would begin early on Thursday morning and cause a major cock-up for rush hour. I start trying to make provisions yesterday. One of these involved asking questions about what would happen at the office if this came to pass. Frankly, I didn’t like the response I got and that’s why I am in Roy Batty mode. This is why people loathe Gordon Gekko style capitalism: you are made to feel like your life is worth less than the potential motherfucking nickel you might make for your company. (Because, hey, money never sleeps and neither should you, apparently.) The reality is that no one is going to be working during these times anyway. You’re pissed off and resentful and you’re watching the weather. That’s pretty much the sum total of it. I don’t know about you, but I turn into a balky mule when someone cracks the whip on my back and makes me feel like a slave.
Which made me think about Roy. The replicants get sent in to do the dirty work and have a lifespan of four years. I wind up doing work even when I am not “at work,” so it chaps my ass that I can’t work remotely during a snowstorm. How complicated is that? It isn’t. Essentially, I was told, “It would be better for you to come in and have me dismiss you than for you to stay home and try to work from there.” Really? Because that seems both stupid and dangerous to me. Drive in, get dismissed, and then go home again. *rolling eyes like a petulant teenager as I write this* I don’t know if this will turn out to be a significant weather event or a joke, but I don’t appreciate the way we’ve been treated.
To quote Roy: “I want more life, fucker.”
